IT WAS A DAY...

It was a day so damp around the fringes that the sheep lay down to keep their patches of grass warm and the oyster catchers felt the sea too wet even for them. We ventured out for the morning and put feet up to read in the afternoon. At stormy high tide I wondered briefly if I should move the car to higher ground. As evening arrives all is still and the herons move in to impress us with their meditative powers while the mist falls once again over Morvern. Oh, yes, and I had a glass of wine or two at dinner - perhaps you could tell?